The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell
Chapter 1790
There was a thud, like the sound of something falling to the ground.
Judging from the movement, it should be one person.
Jagoan pondered for a while and did not go over immediately. Instead, he condensed a few drops of blood from his fingertips and shot toward the direction of the sound. He did this to prevent the sound from being another trap. In addition, he was ready to burn these drops of blood at any time.
Once he realized that something was wrong, he would burn his blood and then leave. After the blood bead flew out, it immediately turned into eyeballs and looked in all directions.
All of a sudden, all the scenes along the way were presented in front of Jagoan.
After a while, Jagoan saw a figure lying on the ground behind a corner he had passed before. This figure was wearing the robes of the Sun Moon Sect.
Looking at his figure, Jagoan immediately recognized him.
Is it Maradih?
After his previous calculations, Maradih, who appeared at this time, should not be an illusion. However, Jagoan first used his divine sense to investigate it. After making sure that it was true, he flew over.
At this time, Maradih was also shrouded in a thin pink fog. Obviously, he was also poisoned by the immortal poison that directly invaded his Divine Sense. However, it seemed that Maradih had also fought against the immortal poison. It was because at this time, his expression looked a bit unwilling, a bit painful, and there were still a few blood marks on his wrist.
According to Jagoan’s observation, the blood stain was cut by Maradih himself. The body of a Heavenly Spirit Realm cultivator was incomparable to that of an ordinary person. It could be seen that Maradih was so cruel that he could cut his wrist and the wound was so deep.
Why did he come here first?
Jagoan thought for a moment. However, there was no big contradiction between the two sects.
Maradih with his Divine Sense to make sure that Maradih was not injured but being poisoned by the immortal poison, and then
naturally led to the gradual decline of the toxicity. But Jagoan naturally did not expect Maradih
for whether it would
whether the other party
if Maradih blamed him for this later, it was impossible for Maradih to reach the third level of Heavenly
internal organs and meridians, and then repeated it several
large amount of blood sprayed from his mouth. Drops of blood bloomed on the wall.
and threw him back
or three breaths for his consciousness to completely recover. He turned over and jumped up warily, and rays of multicolored light burst out from his body. However, when he saw Jagoan in front of him, and then looked at the blood spots on the wall next to
did not explain. He waited
a while, Maradih cupped his hands to Jagoan. “Thank you for your help,
illusion, and it was very dangerous for his Avery to be white. Otherwise, he would not have cut off
“When you entered the
you,” Maradih replied
senses and said, “You also encountered an attack, and the
Jagoan nodded. “It seems that you already know what’s going on. Then I don’t
relief and forced a smile. “That’s right. Fortunately, Junior Brother Montgomery, you also saw through the trail of
ask you, why are you here alone? Did you see Senior Brother Walker
suddenly showed anger on his face when he said this. “I’m
been killed. “What exactly is going on? It looks like we need to share the
you just saved me. You can have a rest first. You saved me this time, and I don’t have a suitable treasure with me at this time. When I go back this time, I will definitely give you a
refuse, Maradih immediately told Jagoan what had
Jagoan listened while thinking.
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